| Yeah!
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| Scratch you a monster for this one baby
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| Okay
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| Geah!
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| Yes when I move it’s kinetic, the groove is emphatic
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| You dudes is synthetic, fools are just deaded
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| You snooze I don’t wet it, peruse I don’t let it
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| Amused I just set it and you — too generic
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| In truth it’s pathetic, uhh, life is short
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| I take mine off the top, sippin wine off a yacht
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| Blow your mind off the top; |
| and you sensitive thugs
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| All need to get your mind off the jock
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| I’m incredible, I gets my bread with no hams
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| Turn a menage with no plans
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| You beggin a broad to hold hands
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| So fuckin with a dude like me is no chance
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| (No chance) the five star gen-e-ral
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| Colorless VVS min-e-rals
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| I’m back on the block, it’s been a while
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| (Been a while) potent like the beige rocks in a vial, OHH!
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| Can’t you see, you ain’t D
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| You can’t be, me-me-me-me-me
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| It’s just me, it must be
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| You can’t be, me-me-me-me-me
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| It’s crazy, oooh baby
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| You can’t be, me-me-me-me-me
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| Can’t you see, this is key
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| You can’t be, me-me-me-me-me
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| Benjamin Grimm, man of stone
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| Brand new Audi hatch in tan and bone
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| I’m chillin with a cold can abode, in the hood
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| Where I hear damn D, throw your man a bone
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| Exsquizzy, just be LV’s and Air Max
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| Crispy ill beats and bear facts
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| The broads measure it up in bare backs
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| At an undisclosed location in Fairfax
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| And I keep the haters feelin malevolent
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| How does he stay fresh and stay relevant
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| The pen game is still sharp well that’s evident
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| Some says «Stunts, Blunts» set the precedent
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| Hey~! |
| I’m just a fan of the shit
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| And I ain’t gotta lie and start fannin the shit
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| Grown man with a wit, c’mon, in the V.I.P
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| Doin me with my hand on a tit, uhh |